My heart aches, my circumstances shakes
The foundation of my flesh
The inner dwelling surrender I’m undertaking, I’m pressed
Against the wall of my unwavering heart
I glare at the orange, the blue
The red flames, the dancing art
I stare as my hearts surrenders to the burn
Knowing the beauty in Your work I turn
Into your loving flames, into the fire
The potter at work, one can only admire
From the kiln my only desire
Is to be in His arms
I know when I submit to His work
Not far His promise lurks
Holiness I acquire
Going through the fire